A silver dime was two day's wages for an unskilled man.) One travelled on the verges of the old roads where the gravel lay. Use of any of the old brid...es meant taking ones life into one's own hands.More than once I was braced by highwaymen. I used my sword to great effect on many. Some fell to my hammer. I suffered more than one wound that left jagged scars. Thankfully no wounds damaged my ability to swing my hammer or grip my pinciers. Always I was concious of my limited stock of coal for my. I had to stop this maniac that continued to punish myteenage body. I did not know how much longer I could survive. I begged forunconsciousness, but my body refused, forcing me to accept each painful act. Hemoved behind me, I could feel the massive weapon smashed against my beatenass cheeks. It felt like a log. His hands curled around my inner thighs,pulling me back onto the threatening weapon. It felt even bigger then before,the whipping having stimulated him to greater proportions. . We parked and made the trek across the street to the club. It was in a warehouse district, and being such, the streets themselves were deserted except for those going to the club.As we walked through the doors into the club, all eyes turned toward us. I was about 29 or 30 at the time and Doug was around 34. I was a slim 130 lbs. at a height of 5'8" with long shapely legs and a great tan. Doug was 5"11 and 190 lbs. and black. We were quite a contrast to the mostly white clientele of this club. Chaloo bedroom chalte he. Aur mera hath pakadke mujhe bedroom le gai. Mujhe laga ki jab tak me yaha tab tak yehi meri boss rahegi. Uska ghar 1BHK ka he. To ham bedroom me gae. Aur vo ja kar bed par so gai. Bedroom ke khidki ko pardo se dhakha ta. Mene uski aakho me dekhte hua style me apni shirt aur vest (banyan) utardi aur uska gaon uske ghutne ke niche tak utha ya aur usse halka halka kiss kiya.Uske paro par bal nahi the. First kiss shuru hui uske par se fir slowly Me upar aaya Aur gaon ke.